#ballad of black dread
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BALLAD OF A HOMESCHOOLED GIRL (l. heeseung)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
includes: virgin! reader, oral (male receiving), slight exhibitionism, unprotected sex, degrading, fuckton of pet names, creampie, stuffing mouth with panties, praising, reader is wearing make up and a skirt
word count: 3.4k
synopsis: 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘶𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦
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"Here?"
"Yeah, will do."
Heeseung locks the door of the tiny bathroom behind the two of you and sends you a lazy smile. His eyebrow twitches up at your awkward stance, hands fiddling with the edges of your short skirt and eyes turned downwards as you bite on your bottom lip. He chuckles.
"Why so nervous, baby?" He asks teasingly as he approaches you and places his hands on your hips. "It's just me."
You want to scoff at his words and this stupid smirk on his handsome face but you try to stay cool and keep your eyes steady on his. He's talking as if he's not the biggest fuck boy in your campus and doesn't have a humble score of sleeping with nearly every single girl from your year.
You've been homeschooled for the bigger part of your life.
You never go to parties.
You don't drink.
And most definitely you don't make out with strangers in your friend's microscopic bathroom.
So it's a wonder, really, how you – probably the most socially awkward girl in this country, ended up right there with Lee Heeseung's saliva on your lips.
"That's exactly why I'm nervous," you reply calmly, raising your chin up and clearing your throat. Fuck, why is it so hot in here?
"Don't worry." His thumbs trace circles on your sides. "I'll make you feel good, pretty girl."
Steady hands caress your hips before swiftly lifting you up and sitting you at the edge of an empty bathtub. With a thumb stroking your cheek, he leans down and captures your lips with his. He nibbles and sucks on the kiss-bruised plush, the heavenly feeling easing you almost immediately and making you putty in his calloused hands.
You let out half a yelp when you feel him moving your tight skirt up, resting it on your waist. His long fingers run up your thighs and inch higher and higher. Breaking the kiss, you can feel your breath hitching when he finally takes the next step and cups your clothed heat, fingertips brushing over the lacy fabric.
"Is this okay?" He mumbles into your lips as he sucks on them again.
Your face is already burning at the new sensation, never before feeling a male hand in such intimate place, and you look at him like dear caught in headlights. Cute, Heeseung thinks.
"Y-Yeah," you stutter out breathily, hands reaching forward and shyly clutching on his black t-shirt. Your mind spins as he kisses you without giving you a speaking break. "Yeah, it's just-" A small whimper makes its way out of your lips when he pushes his fingers a little more firmly, thumb pressing down on your clit. "I'm a virgin," you whisper into his mouth, looking at him with slight dread in your wide eyes and waiting for his reaction.
But he only smiles and traces your wet bottom lip with his tongue. "Yeah, figured that much. I'll take care of you, baby. Just relax."
He pecks you sweetly when you nod your head, then lets his hand slip underneath the cute lace. If the feeling of your warm and so soft cunt didn't make his dick twitch in his pants, the small whine you let out definitely did the job. Keeping his eyes on you to watch your reaction, Heeseung slowly runs two of his fingers through your folds and smiles as he notices how wet you already are.
You tilt your head backwards as he slowly starts rubbing your clit with his thumb. None of your quiet sighs go past his ears, so he does all of his best to enhance the sounds gradually into small whimpers and moans. His fingers work on your wet pussy and he finally lets his thumb drop to circle around your soaked hole.
It's only when you whimper again that he slides his slender finger between your folds and watches carefully as your eyebrows furrow up and lips part slightly. Your hips jerk into his touch and you finally give him a longer whine. Heeseung slowly moves the finger in and out, shallowly at first, then pace growing faster as you relax your body and lean forward until your forehead is resting on his stomach.
"You doin' okay?" He asks, casting a glance down at you slouched over him, hair bouncing as you nod your head. "Use your words, baby."
"It feels so good," you choke out, words barely coherent because of the way your mouth is smushed in the fabric of his shirt.
"Yeah? That's good," he coos slightly as one of his hands reaches up to caress your hair.
Soon, he's adding his middle finger into this sinful commotion and you can feel the knot in your stomach becoming tighter. He smiles slightly at the feeling of your walls clenching around him so greedily.
Your face pushes even further into into his toned stomach, his hand holding you firmly by the back of your neck as he resumes plunging his long digits in and out of your pussy. He's already learnt just how exactly to crook his fingers to earn this sweet little moan out of you, so he keeps on doing that and smirks when your nails dig into the muscles on his lower back.
He stretches you out so well, you let go of all of your senses and rely on his touch only.
"I-I'm, mmph, I'm so close."
Heeseung hums. "Oh, yeah? Then cum for me, pretty girl."
And you do. Your thighs close rapidly and squeeze his relentless hand in between them as the blissful high flows down your body. You whine and pant with your nails digging even further into his skin, but he doesn't mind – sweet praises leaving his lips as he helps you ride out your orgasm.
Once you've stopped spasming around him, Heeseung slips his fingers out of you and takes a step back, admiring your bashful face and wild eyes. You grasp the cool edge of the bathtub instead, fingers itching to reach out for him again. His hand moves up to your face and wipes the smudged lipstick from your chin before leaning down and sealing your lips with yet another kiss.
There was something about him that made you want him to do absolutely everything to you.
"C-Can you teach me how to do that?" You ask sheepishly, pulling away from him slightly.
He raises his eyebrows slightly. "Do what?"
You flush and tighten your fingers on the tub. Looking down, you clear your throat, then mumble, "You know what."
You watch as his face confronts with a crooked smile.
"Aw, baby, you wanna suck me off?"
You've only known him for the past hour but you're already so damn weak for this man, you don't even need to think twice before nodding your head. Eyes, so big and shiny, looking up at him with such innocence – Heeseung would be a very stupid man to reject this offer.
"You sure?" He asks and you nod again. "Alright, if you want to," he says, a grin plastered on his face when he starts unbuckling the belt on his hips. "I'm a sucker for pretty faces, you know. So you've never done that before?"
You shake your head silently, eyes watching his every move carefully. He lets his pants drop down to his knees, then does the same with his boxers. You swallow harshly, feeling yourself growing wet again as his semi-hard, thick cock falls between his thighs. Pretty and pink and your eyes glaze over with lust, one you've never felt before.
As if hypnotized, you watch as Heeseung's ring adorned fingers wrap around his length and he gives himself couple strokes. You're intimidated, sure, but the throbbing between your thighs pushes the feeling aside and makes you slip down the bathtub, knees hitting the tiled floor.
"Good girl," he praises with a large smile before stepping closer to you until your face is leveled with his stroked dick. "Alright, give me your hand."
You do as he says and reach your hand up, trying not to pay attention to how much smaller it looks compared to his. You do your best not to flinch when he spits on your open palm. Using his fingers, he spreads yours and wraps them at the bottom of his shaft, just where he held it half a minute ago. He's warm and veiny where you grasp him and you look up for the next instructions. He runs your intertwined hands up and down his dick, moisturizing it by spitting on your palm few more times.
"Open your mouth, baby. Tongue out," he tells you and you oblige. Once you're prepared, Heeseung lays the pink head on your tongue and gently tugs your chin a little more down. "There you go. Now, try sucking the tip, hm?"
You keep your eyes at him for a second before enclosing your lips and taking in the warm end of his dick in your mouth. You suck on it gently and look up at his reaction. Heeseung's hand slowly runs down your hair and he smiles down at you.
"Yeah, just like that, sweet thing. You can use your hand a little too, just like we did before," he encourages you, so you grow a little more comfortable and confident with your movements.
You keep it up for a moment, stroking his hardening length simultaneously. He jerks his hips suddenly with a loud groan when your tongue swirls and the tip of it and makes contact with the underside of his cock head. You instantly let go of him, worried that you did something wrong.
"No, no, baby, keep going, It was good," he says and you nod slightly before capturing his dick back in your mouth. "Try taking a little more for me, doll."
The wetness between your thighs becomes more prominent as the sound of Heeseung's grunts and huffs increases and you shift slightly. You move your head, imitating shallow thrusts as your face flushes with every next second. The act itself is so new to you, the lewdest thing you've ever done, and you whine softly at how much you're actually enjoying it.
The sound vibrates through Heeseung's now fully erected length, making him close his eyes and groan quietly in return.
His breath is grows heavier. "Fuck, baby, can I try something?"
You hum in agreement, making him twitch once again and before you know, he pushes a stranded lock behind your ear and then grabs your head by both sides gently. Listening to his open a little wider, your eyes widen when he slides even more of his dick into your warmth mouth. His groans are so sinfully attractive that you can't find a single bone in your body that wants to back down now.
You let your hand off of his cock and rest it on his thigh instead. Your face is flushed, teary eyes looking up at him so fucking prettily, looking like a damn angel at his feet, that he can't help himself from bucking his hips into your mouth a little further than he originally planned. You gasp in surprise and gag around his dick, not expecting to feel it shoved so far deep.
"Fuck, sorry! Sorry," he apologizes instantly and soothes you by caressing your hair. "Easy."
There are streaks of tears running down your cheeks now and you're sure that the make up you've been working on for so long is completely ruined now. Heeseung pulls back slightly and resumes his previous pace. You try to keep up and lap your tongue around his cock as best as you're able to, which earns a streak of soft hums from his throat. Your chin falls slack as it numbs slightly and you let him use your mouth free to his will.
"That's it, sweetheart," he moans and keeps working your head. Your knees begin to hurt uncomfortably but you would be damned if you ever dared to stop him. With two more pumps, Heeseung lets go of your hair and pulls out of your mouth, jerking himself off with quick strokes. "Where can I come?"
You clear your throat and hesitate slightly before saying, "You can do it in my mouth."
Heeseung grunts in reply before tilting your face up and shoving his dick back there again. Hot tears stain your cheeks when he finally lets go with a loud moan and splutters white seeds down your throat. The taste is not what you expected, yet you do your best to swallow as much as you can, letting the rest drip down your chin.
After coming down from his high, he pulls away to crouch down in front of you and kiss your red and swollen lips. You whimper at the slightly burning sensation yet still you pull his neck to you and let his tongue enter your needy mouth. His lips move down and sponge kisses on the soft skin of your neck before pulling you up to your feet.
"Hope it didn't hurt too much, baby," he mutters, looking pointedly at your red knees.
"It's fine," you reply quickly, drunk on his kisses and greedy for more.
It's stupid how bewitched you have him only after meeting you such short time ago. Your face stained with smudged make up. Your glossy eyes that look at him with such need. Your sweet voice and the cute little moan you let out as he sucks on your tongue – all of it. And, fuck, he can feel himself growing hard again.
"Want more?" He asks after his teeth nibble on your bottom lip.
You nod your head dumbly. "Yes, more, please. Give me more."
A rasped fucking christ drifts from between gritted teeth as he turns you both around and presses your back against the bathroom door. Your skirt is still riled up, exposing your underwear that Heeseung soon starts slipping down your legs. You sigh when the cool air hits your soaking folds and you shiver, both from cool and the nervous anticipation.
He grabs your thighs firmly and lifts you up in his arms, spreading your legs as he steps closer to rub his wet dick between your legs. Your back is pushed into the wooden surface and you hit your head by an accident as you tilt it backwards. Heeseung chuckles.
"Ready?" He breathes out, looking into your eyes and watching carefully to back away at any sign of discomfort on your face. But he finds none, only a firm nod of your head and eyes clouded with lust. "Good. Tell me if something hurts or if anything's wrong, okay?"
You nod, a sheepish smile tugging on the corners of your lips. "Yeah, okay."
Heeseung lunges forward and kisses you hungrily again as he lines his hardened length to your weeping hole. When he rocks the tip of his cock into you, you can't help the whine at the unfamiliar feeling. It doesn't hurt, unlike what you've been so afraid of – you just feel so full as he slowly sinks more and more inside you. Your clenching walls suck him in so eagerly, impatient to make him the first one to have you in such way.
And, fuck, he almost loses his mind when your seeping cunt swallows him all the way through your tightness and gripping him so hard he can barely move. Heeseung groans lowly, hands pushing onto your thighs and spreading them even more apart until he bottoms out in you fully. You claw at his shoulder blades, leaving tiny red crescent marks all over his skin whenever you move your fingers.
"You're doing good, baby?" He asks and grins when you nod your head with a moan. "Such a good girl f' me."
He fucking swears he's in love.
His hips move in careful strokes against yours at first, letting you adjust to the unfamiliar stretch. And the second he looks at your face again, he could cum solely from the starry-eyed wet look you give him.
He groans low in his throat and he thinks it's the first time in his life he stutters while fucking a girl.
"F-Fuck, baby, quit squeezin'," he pants when your tensed walls don't give him even a second of break. He clenches his eyes tightly and ruts his hips a little quicker, causing your body to rock against the door and make a dull noise. "You're so tight. So good. Prettiest girl I've ever fucked."
You sound so pathetic after hearing his praising. When he picks up the pace even more, all you hear is white noise as you let him pound you against the door. All you know at the moment is Heeseung, Heeseung, Heeseung. The way his fingertips dig into the plush of your thighs and ass, his lips on your neck, his whiny voice. Heeseung.
"Heeseung, I-," you whimper mid-sentence, voice trembling and jumping as he fucks up into you. "It's so good. You're amazing."
"Aren't you the sweetest little thing?" He snickers, giving you a harsher thrust and clicking his tongue at the strangled sound you let out.
It's overwhelming. The pleasure and him. It's a lot and soon you're left a quivering mess, swallowing thick and choking back on your tears.
"Aww, baby, I know," he coos at the sight of your shiny lashes. He wipes your under wet eyes with his thumb and squishes you even further into the door until he's chest to chest with you now. "You're doing so well for me."
By the way you're throbbing around him, he can easily tell you're close without even needing to hear your words. His eyes wander down to see your shaky fingers rubbing onto your swollen clit and he grins teasingly. "Ahh, so you do know a little something then."
He removes your hand only to replace it with his more skilled one and your body jolts forward into his, trembling in his firm hold.
You jerk in his arms, growing louder in the sounds you let out, having little to no control over them. It's so loud combined with the rattling of the old door as your body hits it over and over again. His eyes roll back at the sound of your whines – borderline screams really.
Heeseung reaches to his pocket where he's hidden your panties before and pulls them out only to shove the fabric between your parted lips.
"You're too loud, sweetheart. We need t' keep it down," he chuckles and resumes his unrelenting pace, completely unaware of how your brain has melted at his lewd act.
You're cumming on his dick within seconds, slumping heavily on his body as you cry out into his ear, teeth clenching harshly on your underwear. At the feeling of your trembling thighs and the unforgiving grip of your cunt, Heeseung furrows his eyebrows with bliss as he follows right behind you and releases right inside your warm walls.
You're nearly gone. Face so fucked out, cheeks so prettily stained with wet mascara and the black lace hanging from your drooling mouth, it makes Heeseung's cock twitch and throb as he overstuffs you with his hot strings of creamy cum.
With a whimper, you start squirming against his firm body pressed so closely to yours as his release starts overflowing out of your hole and leaking out on your bare thighs. "Stay still, baby. Lemme fill you up like a proper slut," he hums deeply, hands soothing you as they caress your skin with gentle touch, such a contrast to his filthy words. He empties himself in you completely with shallow thrusts and you pant, head dropping to his shoulder as you let your panties fall to the ground as well.
The two of you stay still like that for couple minutes, way too intimate for a pair of strangers. But you like it. Surprisingly, he makes you feel the most comfortable you've ever been around a boy. And damn what a boy he is.
Instead of letting your shaky legs touch the floor, Heeseung walks you all the way to the sink and sits you there. He grabs the first better hand towel within his reach and soaks it with warm water before bringing it to your sensitive and still throbbing pussy. He cleans you up, not minding the small jerks and sighs you let out.
You thank him softly and watch as he fixes himself up then comes back to you, stepping in between your legs and leaning down to kiss you once more. He's addicted, that's the only explanation for the way his heart hammers in his chest.
He's much gentler this time – letting his lips caress yours slowly and capturing them fully. Your mind is still hazy from him, dizzy from his intoxicating scent and shying away from his handsome face.
"Can I have your number? Please."
His embarrassingly desperate eyes are enough to have you nodding and typing your name on his roughed up phone.
"i stumbled over all my words
i made it weird, i made it worse
each time i step outside, it's social suicide"
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— ☕️ⸯⸯ : unintentional﹙dks﹚
warnings: implied smut, profanity, fingering, and masturbation
genre & trope: suggestive and neighbors!AU
pairing: do kyungsoo x f!reader
word count: 3.03k (edited)
synopsis. your first impression of your neighbor didn't end well for you, but it was the opposite for him. after eavesdropping his conversation about you next door and him singing a song of romantic interest for you—lyrics filled with undressing you off in your Versace dress, you gain the same pining for him and end up following every lyrics of his song.
Surely, this state will be enough to cause a hangover once you wake up tomorrow. You thought to yourself, palm on your forehead, wishing for the elevator to reach the current floor you're staying temporarily.
Oddly, the air in the hallways felt warm, so you removed your coat, revealing a body-hugging Versace chainmail dress your generous friend who offered you to wear tonight for clubbing.
Earlier morning, you had a petty argument with her. When she would give you her Versace things, it would always consist of you not accepting them since they were very expensive, to passive-aggressive threats you'd receive from her, then to her gleefully seeing you in Versace, your bag heavy with her gifts. You didn't have to buy clothes at all. You had a supplier of your things for free.
You were on a business trip for this month, consisting of attending board meetings, reviewing proposals, and sharing a drink and good conversation with special sponsors. Since everyone was given a week of rest, the same friend insisted on taking you out clubbing tonight and also invited your other friends. It took you a minute to contemplate if you should take today to only sleep, but you loved a good drink and company, so you eventually agreed. Leading you to this bad state of headache from alcohol.
As you safely reach your room and input your pin on the door lock, you feel a figure on your right, and you take a look only to see the dreaded person you didn't want to meet during your stay in this hotel—your neighbor.
You're staying in a good small three-star hotel, and all of the services were fair quality, so you hadn't thought of any disruption when staying here, except for one. Your neighbor, a great singer, truly, is a nuisance just by singing karaoke in the dead of the night. The walls of the hotel rooms were thick enough not to hear conversations, so it meant that your neighbor was just that loud.
Imagine going back to your bed only to hear your neighbor disrupting it with their hobby of singing karaoke heartily before going to sleep. Honestly, you also guessed that you would be sleeping at the same time as him, ruining your sleeping schedule. Even some point on those nights, instead of being irritated when you were already prepared for a good night's sleep, you would wonder if they just recently had a breaking point like a heartbreak with those sad ballads. He was singing his heart out to Bruno Mars, but you needed your goddamn sleep.
You thought of some options to stop this, and it only led you to the solution of switching rooms. But it would be far-fetched since the only available ones were far from your budget.
And there you were, waiting for a good chance to complain about the noise, but the noise your neighbor has been making isn't that loud for the other neighbors to complain. You also didn't have any proper decorum at night to complain to your neighbor, and you were always busy during the day, so you had to shelve all of your ill temper inside you.
Still not noticing your presence, you take in all the information of him. Average in height and an all-black comfy outfit of hoodie and sweatpants. Understandable for someone who would sing the blues in the middle of the night. Yet, your senses start to tingle. Your knack for recognizing attractive people could detect that he was more attractive underneath this cover-up, even if we were from a bird's eye away.
Strong hands and fingers with years of experience as a musician swiftly type down his door pin, and his hand forms firm fists, his knuckles prominent as he holds down his door handles. He's about to enter his space when he notices your presence. And finally, you know the face of your nuisance of a neighbor, which might turn quite a turn starting this moment.
The neighbor was a new face of attractiveness you'd never seen before. Dark and formed eyebrows beneath the straight black fringe, drawing you down to his large moon-shaped eyes with full black irises that sparkle from the light reflected off your dress. You trace your eyes down from his nose to the most striking aspect of his face; his heart-shaped pink lips parted like cushions of velvet when caressed.
He realizes a bit late of your stares, making him bow, a gush of warmth rushing up to his ears as he greets a good evening.
Snapping back to reality, you also bow, struggling to straighten yourself from the alcohol in your system.
"Good evening," you greeted back as you stood straight up, and he smiled idly, reciprocating the greeting.
"Kyungsoo? Is that you?" a man from his apartment called out.
"Yeah," he replied back, quickly bowed at you again, mumbling a goodbye, then entered his room hurriedly.
Too bad, you thought. A part of you wished you could observe him more to satisfy the curiosity that the 'once' dreaded neighbor was actually a sight to behold, but the remaining half just wanted to take a good hot bath and bury yourself on the soft mattress of your bed.
You shrugged it off, deciding to surrender to the latter choice, and entered your apartment, dropping your purse on the couch and your body followed.
As you looked around your space, you feel a bit empty just from the difference of the fun energy from clubbing and this bare hotel room. Nothing was in your room to feel like you were home, and you were feeling like you were living in a blank space these past few days.
Empty tables and countertops greeting you every morning is starting to suck off the energy you regained *barely* from sleep. Missing the familiarness and coziness of your home, and most importantly—"Fuck. All this clubbing makes me wanna get laid so badly."
I mean, how could you blame yourself? Lewd scenes in the club of people getting drunk and making out on the dance floor, and then when you're fed up with that scene and decide to take a tinkle, you go to the restroom only to see another cluster of people getting drunk and making out. The worst is hearing grunts and skins slapping in the women's bathroom.
Just how are you supposed to compose yourself? Being surrounded by horny people made you horny too. You're human.
Ding. Notifications from your phone on the couch pop up, and you check out what's happening. They were pictures sent by your friends in the group chat, all of you just having fun drinking in the VIP section, along with texts if everybody got home safely, and you noticed yourself in those pictures.
The long deliberation of wearing this iconic Versace chainmail dress your friend told you to wear and ending up wearing it was worth it. This dress attracted many lookers on you tonight, and your friends teased how you were practically glowing with the dress.
You can't help but take advantage of the remaining glamor you feel with yourself and also the desire to please yourself tonight. So you dim the lights of your room, and you hear the noise of an electric guitar chord tuning from your beloved neighbor.
You groaned in frustration and punched the air toward your neighbor's place. "You may have attracted me on our first encounter, but you're still good at being an ass." But this action alone of trying to argue with your neighbor's walls is helpless, so you slumped on the couch again and stared off into space.
"The guitar solo on this song is so good, I swear. It's good that you picked this song for a starter in your plans to be a musician." The muffled noise turned clear, hearing them from an unmistakable sound of speakers. They were using fucking microphones.
"Yeah, hopefully this would be a good song for my audition. I've been practicing my vocals for a while now, so I might as well pursue it." You almost calmed down hearing the neighbor's deep calm voice, followed by the melody of a familiar intro of a song on a synth piano.
The sound of romantic and dreamy enter your senses, and you place your ear on the wall to listen more closely. You can't pinpoint what this song's title was, but you know that it is pretty famous.
The other voice that wasn't your neighbor interrupted, "Let’s start filming the practice? I think we’re ready to record." Then the synth stopped, a pout on your lips formed unconsciously, and you strayed away from the wall in defeat.
"Sure, but before we start recording, I saw my neighbor by the door earlier…."
Me? you thought, eyebrows furrowed with curiosity.
Silence and a deep sigh engulfed it. The neighbor continued, "I think it was her first time to see me and her dress tonight…it looked so perfect on her, like it was tailored for her only. It also looked expensive like all of the past clothes she wore, and there is always the familiar scent of—"
"Versace?" The friend finished.
"Yes. Exactly."
"That's why you picked this song. So then, what did you do?" The friend continued, full of expectations.
"I bowed, greeted a good evening, and immediately went inside since you called out for me."
"Kyungsoo?"
"Yeah?"
"You're an idiot."
"Pfft—" you snorted, glad that you held yourself back by covering your mouth.
"What do you mean?" Kyungsoo asked innocently, clearly showing no signs of remorse for his actions. You never knew your neighbor was so naive, especially when his songs, besides the ballads, were always passionate soul and R&B music.
"What do you mean? Are you serious—You're hopeless, Do Kyungsoo" and silence. The friend was too stunned to speak, even to inform Kyungsoo what he had just lost.
“...”
"Would you like to practice before we record?" Kyungsoo blurted out.
"Yes, please."
The dreamy tune of the synth goes again, and a specific key of the synth feels like Kyungsoo was about to start singing until you hear the first stanza. You're frozen, silenced. This is Bruno Mars' song, but neither is it about the blues nor the music of a broken-hearted man.
So this was it, the reason why this melody was so familiar. It’s Versace on the Floor. The dim lights of your room, the smooth and sensual synth piano, and his voice, like the color of the finest silks of green, set the caress atmosphere. You've always heard him singing passionately, but this vibration and temperature of emotion were much unlike his past way of singing.
As you struggle to catch your breath, a growing sensation builds, the feeling of weight getting heavier as you struggle to dedicate yourself to listening to his serenades alone. Thoughts of him on your first meeting start to swarm up every corridor of your mind, and you lean your back to the wall. Eyes closed and hands to your chest, grasping the hem of your dress to fully immerse yourself with the walls that seem to be the only separation of your longing and lust for pleasure.
Realization of reality opens your eyes to the current situation. Was this just a coincidence? Versace, the conversation about you, and this song. Wait—is this song actually for you?
A fit of laughter of disbelief escapes from your lips, the tip of your tongue poking your inner cheek. The alcohol must have reached your rationality, though this doesn't stop you from entertaining the thought of just hearing his intentions to undress the sight of you in your Versace dress, tingling you with excitement.
But this isn't right. You convinced yourself. This is uncalled for. How can you lust on a man you just met?
The headache from the alcohol disperses and a new sensation replaces it. Your legs and arms go weak, and you slowly fall on your carpet as the chorus ends and another verse comes.
There was nothing to stop you, yet still you worried if this song was supposed to be dedicated to you. You groaned in frustration, and gave up, following his explicit instructions, unzipping the zipper from your back, the sound of a smooth zipper gliding down along the lines of your spine. In a trice, the nipple covers on your breasts are long gone, and you shiver from the nakedness of your chest; the tip of the nipples achingly hardens from the coldness of visibility.
Kyungsoo's voice still reverberates clearly despite the thick walls and sensual lyrics of the following verse of the song filling the air as he sings about tender intimacy. You lick your fingers and imagine him kissing you bold, tracing down from the curvature of your neck to the enticing slopes of your shoulders. It didn’t matter how graphic and lewd he’d sing about the curves of your body, the assurance of your unquestioned beauty heard sincerely.
To him, you were his muse. He reveres and divines your every composition, turning you into hymns of his desperation to touch you. You were a spec of his imagination in his eyes, the belladonna of what he can’t even grasp his dreams to be with. The sultriness of his voice chants of kissing you naked, undressing in your dress, and you hum in contentment, brushing your agitated nipple, igniting a symphony of pleasure within you from the light contact.
Every inch of you quivers, delicious temptations of touching yourself, hypnotizing your sanity, and the morals you've put yourself to protect crumble down. A great requirement of satisfaction has been set upon you, earning for you to yearn more, itching to caress the warm existence between your legs.
You wanted to feel his emotions. No, instead, you needed him to look at you with those large radiant eyes to look straight into yours without any hint of hesitance behind them and touch you with those carefully carved hands on every part of you. And with that voice, that heavenly blessed voice, if he was here with you, you'd fawn over him as he barely touches his velvet lips on your ears, whispering sweet praises slowly leading to merely sweet nothings of your existing beauty.
Amidst the yearning for him, do you hear the sweet guitar solo you've forgotten existed in the song, the long tolerance of your refusal of self-satisfaction vanishing. You readied, your hand busy teasing your erected breast and the other pulling down the remaining dress that covered the rest of you. You shut your eyes closed, feeling your hesitant cold hands go near between your thighs, landing to touch your clit, and a hiss comes out of your mouth from the touch.
Hallucinations of Kyungsoo in front of you, observing you just like how you imagined him to be, with anticipation, with eagerness. You spread your legs wide and leniently stroked your clit, capturing you with an airy moan, a rush of ecstasy from your cunt to your arms. Shortly, your patience goes dry, gaining more momentum and force to your strokes, knees buckling, and your legs surging from high.
You feel it coming close, and you stop yourself from the pleasure as he sings the song's ending chorus. Quickly you grab the nearest pillow from the couch and sit on it, legs on either side of the pillow and start humping. The interrupted orgasm recovers, and you think of how erotic and ludicrous you are, pleasuring yourself just by the voice of a neighbor you once hated, which turned out to be the man of your ideals.
Kyungsoo belts out the song's last note, and you whimper, nearing your orgasm. You stifle out a noticeable mewl as you orgasm, and you immediately cover your mouth, hoping that it wasn't heard, especially by your neighbor.
"Fuck, no, no, no," you mumbled repeatedly and lay dead on the carpet, body weak from bliss.
"That was amazing! I think you're good to go for the audition already, Kyungsoo. Would you like another go? Just to make sure," The friend complimented Kyungsoo, but Kyungsoo remained quiet, and you felt every nerve of your body growing cold.
"Soo?"
"Yeah. Can we record in your studio instead? I wanna hear my voice clearer."
"Sure. I'll just meet you on the ground floor since I'll be starting up the car."
"Okay." The sound of a door swinging open next door is the last sound you hear.
It was just the two of you left, and it felt awkward even though you were technically in different rooms, but it felt like you were in the same space, feeling the tension and being the only ones aware of it. You pursed your lips and exhaled to relieve your nerves, neglecting your eavesdropping.
Better take a bath, sleep in the comfort of your bed, just like you planned, and pretend nothing happened. Yes, that's good for now.
Knock knock. That sound definitely didn't come from your phone, nor was it an alarm clock you hopefully set by this hour for no reason. It was from the door. Your door specifically.
You hastened in wearing your nipple covers and wore your dress again, wearing a cardigan from the hanger near the door. You braced yourself from what you might see from the door viewer, and you tiptoed, seeing from the small hole the neighbor, in the same clothes earlier, his chin rested anxiously on his hand.
Shit, you cursed under your breath and tried to fix your hair and cover the skin showing on your chest with your cardigan. You slowly opened the door, and the neighbor didn't expect you'd even open the door.
"Uhm, can I help you?" You asked, and he opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and he attempted again.
"I…" Your eyes grow larger as you expect his response, looking straight to his eyes that wander around, trying to find answers from everywhere until he meets your eyes, and something bursts.
The both of you crash into each other's lips simultaneously as if knowing each other's pursuits of lust, rashed and rough, inhaling only the oxygen that suffices from one another.
Kyungsoo grabs hold of your waist and pulls it near, an indecent sigh coming out from the kiss.
"Sir—"
"Kyungsoo." he breathes deeply, out of breath. "Call me Kyungsoo."
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Words Of Fate
Istg there are NO scara soulmate fics wtf 😭 he deserves love too
He deemed it to be worthless.
Such a thing like soulmates, is unnecessary and bothersome. Another burden for him to carry.
The Raiden Shogun did not know the reason why he has the words of fate on his skin. The black ink imprinted on his wrist, he hated it. It irks him to think about how he has a soulmate. Just another obstacle in his life.
“Can you hold my hand?”
Even the choice of words make him scoff. The audacity of this mere mortal. What a fool.
He was not excited to meet his so called soulmate. Instead he dreaded it and wish they never will.
But then, why did he felt electric?
After receiving the Raiden Shogun’s gnosis, Scaramouche went far away from the delusion factory’s territory.
With the gnosis, he knows what he can do. And he is not going to hesitate.
The man wandered to a deserted forest with a loud yet bizarrely beautiful waterfall. Only to bump into a certain person.
He is taken aback at how there is another person here, but is also pissed at that fact.
He took in the girl’s appearance. She looked way too normal, there was nothing out of the ordinary. And her glossy eyes spoke for themselves.
The girl stared at him quietly, hiccuping here and there. And then, without a single word, she glance back to the clear water surface.
He also didn’t feel like saying anything. Instead, he clicked his tongue and decided to go to a different area.
But she stopped him.
“Can you hold my hand?”
The balladeer raised a brow at the question, the same question imprinted on his pale skin.
He furrowed his brows at the realization.
She’s his soulmate? This weak mortal girl?
She seems so fragile and light, as if a small touch can instantly kill her.
He glanced at her waiting hand. She continued to sob quietly, what made her cry anyways?
Something urged inside the wanderer. Without a beating heart, what could it possibly be?
No, he isn’t soft for this girl.
He is irritated at the fact that he found his soulmate, but he also... isn’t mad about it.
Scaramouche sighed.
Before he knew it, his hand is already intertwined with hers.
Her overly soft and warm hand, such a big contrast to his dry and cold ones. It was nice.
The two stood there, both staring down at the stream left by the waterfall.
Both were silent, but they didn’t mind. Just the other’s company is enough.
Maybe, he did grow soft for her. His so called soulmate that he despised so much.
And then he spoke them.
The magic words on her skin.
“Just for a little bit.”
#scaramouche#genshin#genshin scara#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x y/n#soulmate#soulmate au#oneshot#x reader#genshin impact#fluff#female reader#the balladeer#balladeer x reader#wanderer#scaramouche drabble#kunikuzushi#scaramouchesoulmateau#genshinsoulmate#first words
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pov: you're tom blyth
word count: 1198
letting everyone know this was a small thing i wrote for my english tutor! the prompt was to write about switching bodies with someone and how it would affect you and i decided to write about being in tom blyths body. but theres a twist. this pov is from someone who has NO IDEA about tbosas.
i hope you enjoy this!! this is just a goofy thing i wrote <33
warning: its a lil bit cringy...kinda idk JUST READ IT. lmk if you want part two
(might have spelling errors n shit sorry!!)
Sunlight met my closed eyes. I could feel the warmth of the dim beam that crawled it ways out of the blinds. I slowly rised from the quilt that wrapped around my body all night. My eyes were still drowsy, still forcing my eyelids to shut, as I stretched. I clambered out of bed, still feeling lethargic. I rubbed my eyes, my hands more coarser than before. The shape of my face felt weird, it didn’t feel like it was my face. As I fully opened my eyes, I look down to my hands. Long and pale, clearly weren’t the complexion it should be. The nails weren’t painted mars black like before. I put my hands to my cold cheeks. I could feel a short stubble growing. ‘What the hell?’ I mutter to myself. I then I realise something else. This wasn’t my room. I started walking toward a small door that likely led to a bathroom. I was right. When I turned on the heat bulb, the amount of luminosity blinded me for a second. But after my eyes adjusted to the lighting, the first thing I saw was my reflection. Or, it was the body I lived in. I was my celebrity crush, Tom Blyth.
My piercing blue orbs widened in bewilderment. I stumbled back and I bumped into the glass door that led to the shower. I slapped myself so I could wake up, I thought it was a bad dream. But the burning sensation that was left after the slap felt real. It felt like I experienced the slapping in real time, not in a dream. Why is this happening to me? I pondered, as I gazed back at the body I was now using as a vessel for my soul.
‘Tom?’
A young female vocalized from outside. I didn't realize that she called out to me until she faintly knocked on the door. I scrambled quickly out of the bathroom and opened the door. As I swung open the dainty white door, I saw one of my most favorite actresses of all time. ‘RACHEL???’ I exclaim, my eyes tried not to tear up as I absorbed her angelic presence. ‘Hi…Tom…’ She said, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. I forgot I was now Tom Blyth. ‘Did you forget to set your alarm to 4am again? We have to shoot scenes.’ Rachel continued, her tone serious. I nodded aggressively, and Rachel looked as if she witnessed a UFO fly over a wheat field.
‘Are you ok Tom?’ Rachel muttered. ‘Uhhh- nah I’m all good!’ I said, with a sheepish smile. Her eyes glare in dread as I showcased my pearly whites in an uncanny manner. I exited the caravan, and hopped in whatever direction that felt right. It was of course the opposite direction of where we set up for the shooting.
…
“TOM!” Francis scowled.
I twisted my head towards Francis, the director of the movie I'm in, The Ballad of The Songbirds and Snakes. My lips curled in irritation, my annoyance now at the highest level it could possibly be. Before I thought about what I was about to say, the words spewed out like a volcano that vomited lava. `I AM NOT TOM OH MY DAYS BRO!’ I blurt out, my eyebrows knitted tightly in vexation. The whole room went silent. I was gagged, I once again realized that I am not in my own body, I am in Tom Blyths.
“Uhm, well, I mean uhhh…what’s good France?” I said, doing that awkward grin I was doing the whole day. “Please don’t call me France.” Francis said, his tone flooded with disappointment. “It’s your scene, Tom,” he continued. He awkwardly waddled off to his director's chair. Everyone gives me the same look of concern that I have been receiving for the past two hours. I slowly struted towards my scene partner, I tried to look confident. Josh Andres, my scene partner, awkwardly smiled at me. As I stood in front of the camera, he put his hand on my shoulder. “Tom, are you good?”.
I look at Josh, with a stringy smile embroidered on my face. “I’m all good, I’m fine. No need to worry.” I responded. Josh looked at me confused, but then the lights were set. Cameras started rolled. A loud ‘ACTION!’ was heard from the producer. We’re filming already?! I whispered to myself. I didn’t read or scan through the script, and I didn’t even know much about my role other than his name being Cornelius or something. “Coriolanus!’ Josh said, his face now in bewilderment. I stood awkwardly as I stared into his deep brown eyes which were now filled with desperation. He wanted me to say something. “Yes sir, I am Coral Anus” I say, trying to sound as sane as possible. Obviously, my improv did not go well.
“CUT!” Francis said. Josh’s face twisted into distress. “Tom, we have been practicing this script for months, and you reply to my line with CORAL ANUS?” He splurts. “Yeah isn’t that my character?” I say, still smiling. “NO! YOUR PLAY CORIOLANUS!! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?” He continues. His face now in fear, as if saw his bestfriend die right infront of his eyes. “Ok, Tom, please tell me you are joking.” Francis exclaimed. Francis then adverted his gaze towards the crew. “Somebody pass Tom the script, he’s forgotten the lines.”
…
As the cloudy night sky loomed over us, so did frustration. Josh shoved the muffin into his mouth. The curls that had once been done with the most finest moose, were now frizzy and tangled. Rachel sat motionless, staring outside the window. The air felt silent in small caravan. All the crew members were asleep, and it was just us three awake. I stretch my arms out, the fabric of my baggy pajamas letting me move freely.
“97 takes…” Josh said. His eyes had bags, dropping down while his eyebrows looked like they were magnets trying to connect. “97 GOD DAMN TAKES JUST TO FILM A SMALL INTERACTION BETWEEN ME AND HIM!!” He exclaimed, scrunching the muffin wrapper that laid in his huge palms. Rachel looked at me like she had just seen a deer in front of her headlights.
“Are you really Tom? What’s going on?” Rachel spoke, as she bit through her apple. I couldn't detect whether she was being sarcastic or not. “Well..my pet-” I looked back down into Tom’s phone, scrolling through his photos, until I see a parrot. Me, or Tom was holding the green parakeet with a huge smile. “My parrot died.” I mutter, as I tried to conceive fake tears in my eyes.
I shove the picture in Josh’s face, covering my eyes and making crying noises.”Tom, that is my parrot you’re holding. Remember when you came to my house? You held Barnaby?” Josh responded, as his irritation turned into fear. I stared back, the room now felt awkward with the pin drop silence. “Cig break guys!” I exclaim, and I slowly slither out of the room. “TOM YOU DON’T SMOKE!”
The first four hours of being in his body has certainly been a terrifying experience for everyone.
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Here’s the list of all the submitted characters for best pirate:
(I’m working on putting them in a bracket but thought I’d share)
Anne Bonnie (Black Sails)
Anne Bonnie (The Ballad of Anne and Mary)
Avantika (Critical Role)
Belle (Sea of Thieves)
Bill Seacaster (Dimension 20 Fantasy High)
Blackbeard/Edward Teach (Our Flag Means Death)
Brook (One Piece)
Buggy (One piece)
Buttons (Our Flag Means Death)
Calico Jack (Octonauts)
Captain Barbossa (Pirates of the Caribbean)
Captain Flameheart (Sea of Thieves)
Captain Hook (Peter Pan)
Lizzie Lafayette (Just Roll With It: Riptide)
Captain Soto (Ninjago)
Catarina Devon (One Piece)
Chip (Just Roll With It: Riptide)
Clancee (Ninjago)
Cursed Captain (Sea of Thieves)
Davy Jones (Pirates of the Caribbean)
Demarco (Sea of Thieves)
Donquixote Doflamingo (One Piece)
Dracule Mihawk (One Piece)
Westley/Dread Pirate Roberts(The Princess Bride)
Drey Ferin (Just Roll With It: Riptide)
Elizabeth Swann (Pirates of the Caribbean)
Eridan Ampora (Homestuck)
Eustass Kid (One Piece)
Finn Tidestrider (Just Roll With It: Riptide)
Flintlocke (Ninjago)
Franky (One piece)
Gil (Descendants)
Gillion Tidestrider (Just Roll With It: Riptide)
Glitterbeard (Sea of Thieves)
Gold D. Roger (One Piece)
Gorian Shard (Star Wars)
Gryphon (Just Roll With It: Riptide)
Han Solo (Star Wars)
Harry Hook (Descendants)
Hondo Ohnaka (Star Wars)
Izzy (Jack and the Neverland Pirates)
Izzy Hands (Our Flag Means Death)
Jack Rackham (Black Sails)
Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean)
Jake (Jake and the Neverland Pirates)
James Flint (Black Sails)
Jay Ferin (Just Roll With It: Riptide)
Jiang (Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Jim (Our Flag Means Death)
Jinbe (One Piece)
John Silver (Black Sails)
Kingsley Tealeaf (Critical Role)
Kwazii (Octonauts)
Larinna (Sea of Thieves)
Lars Barriga (Steven Universe)
Long John Silver (Treasure Planet)
Mark Watney (The Martian)
Marquise Spinneret Mindfan (Homestuck)
Monkey D. Luffy (One piece)
Nadakhan (Ninjago)
Nami (One piece)
Nico Robin (One piece)
Nikolai Lantsov (Shadow and Bone)
No Eyed Pete (Ninjago)
Oliver ‘Ollie’ Teach (Just Roll With It: Riptide)
Padme the Pirate Fairy (Rainbow Magic)
Portgas D. Ace (One Piece)
Pretzel (Just Roll With It: Riptide)
Puzzle (One piece)
Queen (Just Roll With It: Riptide)
Roronoa Zoro (One piece)
Sanji (One piece)
Sea Hawk (She Ra)
Shanks (One piece)
Sinbad (Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas)
Sir Francis Drake (Real Life)
Spanish Jackie (Our Flag Means Death)
The Gold Hoarder (Sea of Thieves)
The Pirate Lord (Sea of Thieves)
The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything (Veggie Tales)
Tony Tony Chopper (One piece)
Trafalgar D Water Law (One Piece)
Uma (Descendents)
Usopp (One piece)
Vriska Serket (Homestuck)
Will Turner (Pirates of the Caribbean)
Xandis (Critical Role)
Zarina (Tinker Bell)
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Hi I read Near to the Wild Heart by Clarice Lispector because of your fic Roses in a Flatbed lol and I loved it! Both the book and the fic :) Just wondering if you have any other book recs
Hi! Thank you for reading one of my oldest stories, and I am honored that it inspired you to pick up Clarice! I love her very much. I’ve read and enjoyed quite a few of her books—The Hour of the Star, Agua Viva, The Passion According to G.H., A Breath of Life, The Apprenticeship or the Book of Pleasures—and I am working my way through Too Much of Life. All the above books I recommend.
Now, for other books: I both love and dread giving recommendations, because I care too much about what my tastes say about me, and I also struggle to curb my impulse to list every book I have remotely liked in recent memory.
Below are my list of recommendations, in no particular order. What they all have in common is that they are written by women, and they all changed my brain chemistry for the better.
Northwood: A Novella by Maryse Meijer
This Woman’s Work by Julie Delporte
Walking Through Clear Water in a Pool Painted Black by Cookie Mueller
Cursed Bunny by Bora Chung
The Pisces by Melissa Broder
We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson
I Who Have Never Known Men by Jacqueline Harpman
Winter in Sokcho by Elisa Shua Dusapin
The Ballad of the Sad Cafe by Carson McCullers
A few of these books have content that could be upsetting, so check Storygraph or Goodreads before taking them out at the library or purchasing. Thanks for dropping by and happy reading!
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The Royale Capitol Games
by PinkMuseSundays
"To remind the Capitol that their nefarious deeds will never be forgotten, twenty-four children are reaped from their families to participate in a Battle Royale. Unlike its predecessor, the tributes are chosen at random despite their age, sex, and societal status."
The voice chuckled over the last line, as if disbelieving any of the kids from the Capitol were beyond poorer than the high middle-class citizens.
"...of course, tributes who refuse to participate within the rules of the game will have their shock collars activated.
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the first ever Royale Capitol Games, with it also being the Fourth Quarter Quell from the discontinued series of the Hunger Games."
The announcer laughs, unaware of the sheer number of Capitol parents that have fainted from the live announcement. They were giddy for a while at having to recite the dreaded line, along with a sickening twist added by the end.
"And may the odds ever grant you their favors."
Pairings; Heavenscoin with a side of Hayffie & Everlark.
Words: 11272, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 4 of The odds came with blood and peppermints
Fandoms: Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M, Other
Characters: Plutarch Heavensbee, Alma Coin, Haymitch Abernathy, Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Effie Trinket, Beetee Latier, President Paylor, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Annie Cresta and Finnick Odair's Son, Finnick Odair (mentioned), Enobaria (Hunger Games), Caesar Flickerman, Coriolanus Snow, Coriolanus Snow's Granddaughter, Fulvia Cardew, Gale Hawthorne, Original Characters
Relationships: Alma Coin/Plutarch Heavensbee, Haymitch Abernathy/Effie Trinket, Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Annie Cresta/Finnick Odair (mentioned), Katniss Everdeen & Peeta Mellark, Katniss & Primrose Everdeen (mention), Haymitch Abernathy & Plutarch Heavensbee, Caesar Flickerman & Plutarch Heavensbee, Fulvia Cardew & Plutarch Heavensbee, Alma Coin & Plutarch Heavensbee
Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Thriller, Mystery, Kidnapping, Romance, Drama & Romance, Quarter Quell (Hunger Games), Fourth Quarter Quell, Inspired by Black Mirror (TV), Hunger Games-Typical Death/Violence, 76th Hunger Games, Alternate Universe, Child Death, The Capitol (Hunger Games), Capitol Hunger Games, Suffering!Heavenscoin, Funny!Hayffie, Veteran!Everlark, Canon-Typical Violence, Hunger Games Victors, Victors as a Family (Hunger Games), Plutarch and Haymitch bromatism, Plutarch "I'm so stressed out" Heavensbee, Alma "This is what I fucking deserve" Coin, Caesar "That's how you put on a show" Flickerman
Read this story on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/KlPiHwn
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“I believe that we’re all experiencing the same technical difficulty over here!” Effie shot back over Johanna’s onslaught of curses aimed at her for some reason. However, when she showed no signs of stopping, the escort’s usual politeness had all but left her. “If you continue to be this barbaric! I might as well hang up—”
“...you still got your kids, right?” came Seven’s victor surprisingly timid response.
Effie tapped the phone impatiently, biting her lips as she eyed the staircase that led to their children’s bedroom.
It was eerily quiet.
“...yes,” she could hear the relieved sigh that the estranged woman released from over the phone. “Ramona and Adryan are safe here in Twelve. We got out of the Capitol on the evening of July fourth,” she winced when she was reminded that the kidnappings went on until 11:59 p.m.
Effie did not want to think of the possibility if she did not leave early that day.
“Good.”
She could appreciate Johanna’s subtle care for her children at least.
Chapter 2 of the Royale Capitol Games will be out now on ao3 :)
The Royale Capitol Games (18625 words) by PinkMuseSundays
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Alma Coin/Plutarch Heavensbee, Haymitch Abernathy/Effie Trinket, Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Annie Cresta/Finnick Odair (mentioned), Katniss Everdeen & Peeta Mellark, Katniss & Primrose Everdeen (mention), Haymitch Abernathy & Plutarch Heavensbee, Caesar Flickerman & Plutarch Heavensbee, Fulvia Cardew & Plutarch Heavensbee, Alma Coin & Plutarch Heavensbee
Characters: Plutarch Heavensbee, Alma Coin, Haymitch Abernathy, Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Effie Trinket, Beetee Latier, President Paylor, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Annie Cresta and Finnick Odair's Son, Finnick Odair (mentioned), Enobaria (Hunger Games), Caesar Flickerman, Coriolanus Snow, Coriolanus Snow's Granddaughter, Fulvia Cardew, Gale Hawthorne, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Thriller, Mystery, Kidnapping, Romance, Drama & Romance, Quarter Quell (Hunger Games), Fourth Quarter Quell, Inspired by Black Mirror (TV), Hunger Games-Typical Death/Violence, 76th Hunger Games, Alternate Universe, Child Death, The Capitol (Hunger Games), Capitol Hunger Games, Suffering!Heavenscoin, Funny!Hayffie, Veteran!Everlark, Canon-Typical Violence, Hunger Games Victors, Victors as a Family (Hunger Games), Plutarch and Haymitch bromatism, Plutarch "I'm so stressed out" Heavensbee, Alma "This is what I fucking deserve" Coin, Caesar "That's how you put on a show" Flickerman
Series: Part 4 of The odds came with blood and peppermints
Summary:
"To remind the Capitol that their nefarious deeds will never be forgotten, twenty-four children are reaped from their families to participate in a Battle Royale. Unlike its predecessor, the tributes are chosen at random despite their age, sex, and societal status."
The voice chuckled over the last line, as if disbelieving any of the kids from the Capitol were beyond poorer than the high middle-class citizens.
"…of course, tributes who refuse to participate within the rules of the game will have their shock collars activated.
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the first ever Royale Capitol Games, with it also being the Fourth Quarter Quell from the discontinued series of the Hunger Games."
The announcer laughs, unaware of the sheer number of Capitol parents that have fainted from the live announcement. They were giddy for a while at having to recite the dreaded line, along with a sickening twist added by the end.
"And may the odds ever grant you their favors."
Pairings; Heavenscoin with a side of Hayffie & Everlark.
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The Ballad of Black Tom by Victor LaValle is a exciting novella charged with anger and dread. A man is studying ancient texts with perhaps devastating, malicious consequences, and he's trying to pull hustler Charles Thomas Tester into his scheme. At first, Tommy is tempted to resist. But in a world where a person can be shot by police in their bed and the answer is indifference, Tommy decides malice might not be a bad idea.
An adaptation in conversation with HP Lovecraft's "The Horror at Red Hook," it takes eldritch horrors and adds in the dread of people of color in a systemic realm of white supremacy and violence, and the anger of one man rising in response to it. It's a quick, eerie, bloody, satisfying read.
Content warnings for body horror, racism, racist slurs, and police brutality.
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our pale master of sorrow
There is a land, far away, beyond the seas and rivers and mountains; a land of dark ravens and grim forests - a land of grieved ministrels and heart-wrenching ballads. Between those sad musicians, one is the most sorrowful - between those weeping singers, one was the most tearful. Gavran was his name, and his hair was dark as the depths of the Void; and his voice was bitter as the drops of the rain. One song did he sing, and one tale did he bring with him from town to town, from village to village - and in that tale, all of his hurt and sorrow was condenced.
It was a hard year in that land for the famine was cruel those days, and people killed eachother for a grain of wheat. And in that land, there lived a boy - a boy named Mara, Son of Fear. The boy was frail in body, strong in spirit; his eyes gleamed dangerously on the pale face. He was young and bitter, and feared no God; for how can you be afraid of something you swore to hate?
Mara was young, and in his years he knew nothing but the ever-growing hunger and never-ending was; and so, when the Gods damned his prayers, the boy swore to kill them all - to free the world from their cruel whims.
And so he set on the road, and his first goal was hidden within a dark forest. It was a ring - shining and gleaming with light stolen from stars, made to contain power and grant divinity. Mara knew of it, and knew of the God who vielded it; still, his heart did not falter, and he did not turn back.
The God's name was Suza; Suza, the pale Master of Sorrow. His body was white as bone, eyes empty and clothes black, his head crowned with moss-covered antlers. Where he went, cemetries rose, and his touch made the life wither; bare words of his wrenched a man's heart with grief, bringing them to their knees. His long, dry fingers were covered in rings, and between them, the divine ring shone brightly; so Mara stepped into his forest, and renewed his oath to kill the cruel god.
Suddenly, he heard a voice. "Ai, little one!" it said. "Long hath thy path been, and many torments hast thou prevailed; this, however, is a doomed road. Fear, fear the Lord of Sorrow! For thou won't leave this forest alive; and if thou dost, All-Maker save us. Beware, beware the hubris of a man! Curse, curse those who think they can rise above their mortality and reign over one of their kind!"
And then the voice ceased, and Mara heard it no more. Still his heart did not falter, and he stepped into realm of Grief.
Long and perilous was his path, for the forest was dark and the weather cold; and with each step he felt dread settle in his self, alike which he did not remember; with each move fear crept up his spine, and his body grew wearier, and ai! If only he had stopped and turned back! But Mara was no coward, so he prevailed, and anger boiled in his blood when he at least came to the dwelling of the damned God.
And when Suza looked at him, he laughed, and his laugh turned into a dead fear in Mara's bones; still, he did not falter. "Foolish child! I see thou hast found me at least; to serve me, or to fight me?" And he moved closer, and his moves were as a rolling cloud during thunderstorm, and his eyes gleamed with death. "Fight me, mortal, and I shall smite you; serve me, Mara - and I shall grant thee mercy."
And Mara thought, then, bare before the gleaming eyes of Suza - how will he defeat a God? For he had no power and no skill; and so he grit his teeth, and bowed his raven-haired head, the divine ring still in his thoughts, and said: "I came to serve you, o Lord of Sorrows; to learn your ways and to worship you well."
Suza's teeth were long and sharp as he smiled, Mara bowing before him, plan brewing in that dark head of his already.
... this is where Gavran would stop, and be silent for a while, and then leave. No one knows how the tale ends, whether Mara defeats Suza or if he spends all of his life in Suza's service, trapped and defeated; no one knows, except me; but the tale is dark and sorrowful, and I am but a mortal poet - so I will put this script aside and let it go unfinished.
#original writing#creative writing#writeblr#fantasy#fiction#god how do i tag this#this is that thing i had to write for my english class#mara upon meeting suza: Uh Oh! A Teen Remembers He Is Not Allpowerful And Has To Stick To The Rules Or Else#please tell me what you think. these characters are So Silly#our pale master of sorrow
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Shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people.
I was tagged by @bisexual-panic thank you! It's nice to show how weird this playlist is
1.- The Pot and the Kettle by The Rumjacks. Irish Punk is always a must, especially if it has good rhymes and sounds like a shanty.
2.- Black horse and a cherry tree by KT Tunstall. What a classic, love everything about this song, specially the fact I don't wanna get married despite my mom wanting me to marry a rich country man thats spends the weekends drunk, and I feel validated by this song lol
3.- Un Año by Sebastián Yatra y Reik. This song is here because I listened to it in a loop while I was writing Heirs of Jotunheim. If anyone read it and then listens to the song, it'll make sense.
4.- Fury Oh Fury by Nico Vega. What to say about this song except its exactly how I feel when I'm furious lol I also used this song on another Sylki fic.
5.- LVGVS by Eluveitie. I fell in love with this song at first hearing? It really makes me feel the fresh breeze of the mountains in my bones and the earth turning under my feet.
6.- Lempo by Korpiklaani. Do I know what this song is about? No. Will I even look upon it's meaning? Maybe, but not today, I'll keep loving it. Don't let the death gripping scream at the beginning deceive you, its a good song.
7.- Yendo a la casa de Damián by El Cuarteto de Nos. This is such a GREAT song. Even if you don't speak Spanish it's a blast to listen to.
8.- Hambre by Gepe and Wendy Sulca. Finally a Chilean on the list lol. Gepe is a good Chilean pop singer, and this song is ever so special! Its a traditional beat from the altiplanic regions with a pop adjustment, Wendy Sulca adds her special voice as the Peruvian representative and the music video was recorded in Bolivia. Never a song has seen a Chilean-Peruvian-Bolivian collaboration like this before. Lots of love 💕
9.- Summer Wine by Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazelwood. I've been in love with this song since I discovered it in the movie Los renglones torcidos de Dios (2022). The lyrics are a great oldie and the music is so lovely.
10.- Roulette by SOAD. This song, THIS SONG, was the one listening on loop while writing the Sylki fic "When I'm around you", it's such a passionate song, lovely and bittersweet, a heavy metal ballad that will surely give you the feels.
I had so much fun doing this! Now for tagging people @inexpressiblybeautiful @sylvies-kablooie @pennie-dreadful @agentjackdaniels and anyone who wants to jump in I guess.
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Ice & Fire Trilogy Series Masterlist
Main Pairing: Eren Jaeger X Yuuta Okkotsu
Minor Pairings: Megumi Fushiguro x Rika Orimoto, Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto, Toji x OC, other pairings TBA for the sake of spoilers ❤️
Status: 13/53
Genre: Fantasy AU, romance, smut, angst, fluff, a crossover between Attack On Titan and Jujutsu Kaisen, loosely influenced by Game of Thrones and Eragon. Crack taken seriously 😉
Series Summary: Yuuta Okkotsu, the kind-hearted firstborn prince of the kingdom of Nymeria, finds himself stranded on an island that had been thought to only exist in legend. It is there he meets the last of the Valyrians, a dragon-blood named Eren Jaeger. While their days on the island are happy, they can’t last forever. Yuuta has a duty as prince to his kingdom that he must fulfill, and it is this duty that ultimately tears them apart.
Content Warnings/Themes: BL/Yaoi, hybrids, monsters, magic and other supernatural elements, polytheism (gods, demons), infidelity, power imbalances & classism, period-typical misogyny & homophobia, warfare, graphic depictions of violence and death, brothels/sex work, explicit sexual content (blow job, anal sex, rimming, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, monsterfucking, knotting, foot play, heat cycles, 69, cum-eating, spit play, deep-throating, double penetration, sadism, masochism, blood consumption, use of weapons during sex, choking/asphyxiation kink, master/slave kink, handjob, drunk sex, orgy), dub-con, non-con, pregnancy, virginity loss, drugs (alcohol, smoking, poisons), traumatic backstories, mentions of torture/genocide/experimentation on people, unrequited love, arranged marriages, drowning, murder, suicide, yandere tropes, corruption arc, major character deaths
Note: We have created a few OCs for the purpose of this story (Yuuta’s parents, Megumi’s mother, etc). Their names are/will be listed in the Character List to avoid any confusion!
If you'd like to read it on AO3, you can do so HERE
Co-written by Aleks from @alekstraszas and Kana from @ficsforeren/@sundaysundaes
Glossary & Character List (as of Chapter 12)
Part One: Ice & Fire - The Ballad of Wolves & Dragons
Prologue: The Death of The Dragons / The Birth of The Wolves
Word Count: 6K
Summary: The origins of the kingdom of Nymeria and the fall of the Valyrian race. The circumstances that lead up to the meeting between dragon and prince. The world Eren and Yuuta live in is unjust and cruel, but it’s a world they both must face if they are to survive.
Chapter 1: The Meaning of Legend
Word Count: 7K
Summary: It's been three years since the attack that killed all of the Valyrians. The last dragonblood, Eren Jaeger, has been surviving on the island by his own strengths, alone and wondering what the rest of the world is like beyond the shores of Valyria. But knowing what the outsiders did to his home, he fears them. That is, until he meets the prince of Nymeria, who's kindness outweighs whatever preconceived notions Eren had about the outsiders.
Chapter 2: The Dragon's Treasures
Word Count: 5K
Summary: Several days have passed since Yuuta's landing on the shores of Valyria. Despite not trusting him initially, Eren slowly accepts Yuuta's kind gestures, finding comfort in his new friend.
Chapter 3: The Son of The Usurper
Word Count: 6K
Summary: Eren learns about Yuuta’s past and the land from which he came from. Eren’s surprised to find that the kind-hearted boy he’s come to know has suffered loss, too. Perhaps it is fate that brought them together, they ponder, as they mend each other’s hearts.
Chapter 4: The Black Dread
Word Count: 13K
Summary: Eren tells Yuuta the legend about the origins of Valyria and the bond between Valyria’s first dragon and his rider. While Eren believes it all to be a bedtime story, two years later they come to find that perhaps there is some truth to the legend of the Black Dread.
Chapter 5: The Kiss of Fate
Word Count: 10K (NSFW)
Summary: After Yuuta’s admitted he has feelings for Eren, Eren is able to be confident with his own feelings that he’s been hiding away. Weeks of shy touches and tentative kisses between the two lead up to a night where they can’t hold back their feelings anymore. Months later, now that he’s practically mastered flying, Eren asks Yuuta to try coming along with him.
Chapter 6: The Sun and The Stars
Word Count: 7K (NSFW)
Summary: Eren and Yuuta spend the night of Tanabata together under the stars as Yuuta teaches him the legend of the star-crossed lovers, Tanabata and Kengyu. But their happiness on the island comes to a sudden end once Yuuta is painfully reminded that his duty is to his homeland, and that as much as he wants to, he cannot stay on Valyria forever.
Chapter 7: The End of The Beginning
Word Count: 13K (NSFW)
Summary: Before their departure, Eren and Yuuta travel to a sacred place on the island, to proclaim a vow before the Gods. In any other life, they would’ve regarded this as the happiest they’ve ever felt. But the dread of what’s to come once they leave their sanctuary lingers overhead like a dark cloud.
Chapter 8: The Sworn Protector
Word Count: 12K
Summary: Back in the kingdom of Nymeria, the only remaining child of the Emperor, Princess Rika Orimoto, has turned of age. The royal council convenes, deciding to call her back from her family abroad to claim her status as heir to the throne and be crowned princess. Her childhood best friend, the recently knighted Megumi Fushiguro, eagerly awaits her arrival.
Chapter 9: The Prince Returns
Word Count: 9K
Summary: Plans are in motion to crown Princess Rika as Nymeria's next heir. It has been a few months since her arrival back to the palace, and in that time she has met many suitors but none have offered her their hand. Just as Rika begins to worry about the possibility of having to marry the arrogant Prince Junpei of Parryn and becoming the crowned princess, the unfathomable occurs: Yuuta returns home, more than six years after his disappearance. And he's... on the back of a dragon?!
Chapter 10: The Six-Eyed Mage
Word Count: 13K (NSFW)
Summary: Yuuta faces his father for the first time after that night he witnessed his father kill his mother. Despite mixed feelings, he vows that he will find a way to have his father healed from the curse that afflicts him. With Megumi as his guide, he travels to Archmage Gojo's estate, searching for any answers about his father's curse and the dragon-rider bond he shares with Eren.
Chapter 11: The Council of Seven
Word Count: 14K (NSFW)
Summary: The Nymerian council holds its first meeting to determine what to do with Eren and Yuuta now that they’ve arrived in Nymeria. Though the council is apprehensive about Eren, Gojo offers a solution that seems promising. The council also discusses a pressing matter: Yuuta’s coronation and eventual betrothal.
Chapter 12: The Illusion of Love
Word Count: 10K
Summary: Eren finds himself surrounded by many who all have contrasting opinions on what 'love' means to them. Yet, it's what they all earnestly wish to have. Meanwhile, the King receives a visit from his Lord Commander.
Chapter 13: The Dragon Rider’s Blood
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Summary: Eren and Yuuta pay a visit to the Archmage in order to seek more information about the “talisman” which Gojo intended to create for them. Later, with just a few weeks before Yuuta’s coronation, the pair are busier than ever, and the time they get to spend together becomes few and far between—leading their late night trysts to become more… adventurous.
Chapter 14: The Knight's Vow
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Chapter 15: The Dragon's Whore
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Bonus Chapter: The Dancing Dryads
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Part Two: Fate & Desire - The Song of the Crimson Flowers
Chapter 16: The Man With the Vulpine Smile
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Chapter 17: The Xentian Banquet
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Chapter 18: The Sin City
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Chapter 19: The Prince Who Breathes Fire
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Chapter 20: The Lost Dragon
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Chapter 21: The Daffodil Amid The Grove of Spears
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Chapter 22: The Weight of a Crown
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Chapter 23: The Valyrians' Last Hope
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Chapter 24: The Beginning of the End
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Chapter 25: The Unfaithful One
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Chapter 26: The Emperor's Throne
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Chapter 27: The Perfect Iris
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Chapter 28: The Sin They Share
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Chapter 29: The Revelation
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Chapter 31: The Night The Cherry Blossom Falls
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Part Three: Revenge & Betrayal - The Rise of the White Wolf
Chapter 34: The Rebirth of The Mad King
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Chapter 35: The Silver-Tongued Fox
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Chapter 36: The Many-Faced Gods
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Chapter 38: The Demise of The Golden Lions
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Chapter 39: The Wicked Witch of Weirwood
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Chapter 41: The Unbroken Vow
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Chapter 47: The Final War
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#eren smut#yuuta smut#eren jaeger#yuuta okkotsu#eren yeager#eren fluff#yuuta fluff#aot smut#jjk smut#shingeki no kyojin#jujutsu kaisen#renyuu#ice & fire canon
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Inspired by La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad, John Keats, 1819, and Our Flag Means Death, David Jenkins, 2022
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Le Bel Homme sans Merci
Alone in anguish, lost, adrift,
A kraken king without a crown,
Black tears and poison rum I drink
And slowly drown.
This painted face a mask, a bruise,
A blade half hid in shadowed hair;
My eyes flash danger, madness, rage
But hide despair.
I sought a man upon the seas,
Peculiar, gentle, fierce and soft,
Who sailed his pretty ship with pride,
Four flags aloft.
He took my leathers, gave me lace.
We kindled flame for mirror-light,
And saved our men and saved ourselves
That shining night.
He fed me seven-sugared tea,
Bright marmalade on mornings fine;
In evening's flame-lit crystal shone
Our brandy wine.
Red rose upon my violet breast
He made, to mend my tattered pride.
I dared not kiss him—turned away,
Looked back and sighed.
When I confessed to dreadful things,
Kind vigil by my side he kept;
I laid my head against his hand
And there I wept.
False friends betrayed us, and conspired
With those who hunted down my mate.
I made my choice—to share with him
His unknown fate.
For love of him, I thrice laid down
My life, my freedom, all my fame.
Shorn clean of legend, I embraced
My simple name.
I made him happy, said my love;
I kissed and held him by the sea.
His eyes were strange, but thrice he said
He'd come with me.
But night crept by, and all my hopes
Like blighted flowers curled and died.
I did not sleep, but woke from dreams
By the grey sea’s side.
And that is why I left the land,
My darksome flag’s red heart to bleed—
Dim rose-and-violet morning came,
But not my Stede.
Poem by Tess Avelland
Video edit by Rindecision
Audio by @InNeedofDonuts (Ao3, Twitter)
#our flag means death#ofmd kraken#ofmd edward teach#ofmd season 1#ofmd edit#Youtube#ofmd fanfiction#our flag means love#our flag means fanfic#ofmd fanvid#john keats#la belle dame sans merci
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The Royale Capitol Games
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/o2Srnim
by PinkMuseSundays
"To remind the Capitol that their nefarious deeds will never be forgotten, twenty-four children are reaped from their families to participate in a Battle Royale. Unlike its predecessor, the tributes are chosen at random despite their age, sex, and societal status."
The voice chuckled over the last line, as if disbelieving any of the kids from the Capitol were beyond poorer than the high middle-class citizens.
"...of course, tributes who refuse to participate within the rules of the game will have their shock collars activated.
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the first ever Royale Capitol Games, with it also being the Fourth Quarter Quell from the discontinued series of the Hunger Games."
The announcer laughs, unaware of the sheer number of Capitol parents that have fainted from the live announcement. They were giddy for a while at having to recite the dreaded line, along with a sickening twist added by the end.
"And may the odds ever grant you their favors."
Pairings; Heavenscoin with a side of Hayffie & Everlark.
Words: 11272, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 4 of The odds came with blood and peppermints
Fandoms: Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M, Other
Characters: Plutarch Heavensbee, Alma Coin, Haymitch Abernathy, Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Effie Trinket, Beetee Latier, President Paylor, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Annie Cresta and Finnick Odair's Son, Finnick Odair (mentioned), Enobaria (Hunger Games), Caesar Flickerman, Coriolanus Snow, Coriolanus Snow's Granddaughter, Fulvia Cardew, Gale Hawthorne, Original Characters
Relationships: Alma Coin/Plutarch Heavensbee, Haymitch Abernathy/Effie Trinket, Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Annie Cresta/Finnick Odair (mentioned), Katniss Everdeen & Peeta Mellark, Katniss & Primrose Everdeen (mention), Haymitch Abernathy & Plutarch Heavensbee, Caesar Flickerman & Plutarch Heavensbee, Fulvia Cardew & Plutarch Heavensbee, Alma Coin & Plutarch Heavensbee
Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Thriller, Mystery, Kidnapping, Romance, Drama & Romance, Quarter Quell (Hunger Games), Fourth Quarter Quell, Inspired by Black Mirror (TV), Hunger Games-Typical Death/Violence, 76th Hunger Games, Alternate Universe, Child Death, The Capitol (Hunger Games), Capitol Hunger Games, Suffering!Heavenscoin, Funny!Hayffie, Veteran!Everlark, Canon-Typical Violence, Hunger Games Victors, Victors as a Family (Hunger Games), Plutarch and Haymitch bromatism, Plutarch "I'm so stressed out" Heavensbee, Alma "This is what I fucking deserve" Coin, Caesar "That's how you put on a show" Flickerman
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Nothing Else Matters | Steddie
Days and nights with Steve had blurred by. I had every reason to be a person again, someone not afraid of their shadow as much. I actually enjoyed band practice again, something I had been dreading when I didn't flake out. It was difficult to go to Hawkins before Steve. Now, I didn't feel like everyone was after me. Not all the time at least.
I was scribbling away at my notes while the boys tuned their instruments. I had a new song I wanted to try, but it had to be perfect. I was playing it for Steve tonight. After his shift, I planned on picking him up and we were going to go someplace quiet where I could play it for him.
Gareth was peeking over my shoulder. "Whatcha got for us today, boss?" he asked.
"Ta-da!" I excaimed, passing him my masterpiece. "It's going to be more of a ballad. I was th--"
Jeff interrupted me, his voice as puzzled as the expression on his face. "Is this a love song?"
"Something like that, yeah," I said with a smile. "We can still make it metal. I have ideas for the instruments that will make it sound so fucking cool.."
"Who?" Gareth asked. "You don't hang out with anyone but Harrington nowadays."
My head snapped to the right as I pursed my lips, trying not to give myself away.
"Eddie, no." One of them said. I didn't catch it, because I was getting my argument ready. "Not only is that guy a douche..."
"Not a douche," I countered quickly. My eyes felt like they were getting wider as I stared at the concrete floor of Gareth's garage.
"He's slept with all of Hawkins, at least the female population." I couldn't look at his face as he continued, my chest aching with their insults. "He's straight, man."
How could I tell them about the things we had shared together? How mutually obsessed we were? He was playing DND with me. Being so respectful... and incredible. "He's not who you think he is," I said. "He's grown up from the facade he put on in high school, dudes. Give him a chance, okay? That's all I'm asking."
“Whatever you say, man.”
I felt like it was possibly a step in the right direction. I would take it for now. Rehearsal went business as usual. Before I knew it, I had my acoustic guitar in the backseat of my van, speeding the normal roads I took every day to my boyfriend's house.
Boyfriend.
I pulled up and Steve was waiting outside for me, but there was something very different about him. His jeans were black, a chain where mine sat, and he had a Black Sabbath shirt on. He looked really fucking hot, but not himself. I slipped out of the van and moved to the passenger side, eyeing his new attire the entire time. Did I ask him about it?
I loved that he was showing interest in the things I liked, but I liked him for him. He knew that, right? He didn't have to change.
"Hey, sweetheart. Ready to go?"
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The Royale Capitol Games
by PinkMuseSundays
"To remind the Capitol that their nefarious deeds will never be forgotten, twenty-four children are reaped from their families to participate in a Battle Royale. Unlike its predecessor, the tributes are chosen at random despite their age, sex, and societal status."
The voice chuckled over the last line, as if disbelieving any of the kids from the Capitol were beyond poorer than the high middle-class citizens.
"...of course, tributes who refuse to participate within the rules of the game will have their shock collars activated.
Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the first ever Royale Capitol Games, with it also being the Fourth Quarter Quell from the discontinued series of the Hunger Games."
The announcer laughs, unaware of the sheer number of Capitol parents that have fainted from the live announcement. They were giddy for a while at having to recite the dreaded line, along with a sickening twist added by the end.
"And may the odds ever grant you their favors."
Pairings; Heavenscoin with a side of Hayffie & Everlark.
Words: 11272, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 4 of The odds came with blood and peppermints
Fandoms: Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes - Suzanne Collins
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M, Other
Characters: Plutarch Heavensbee, Alma Coin, Haymitch Abernathy, Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Effie Trinket, Beetee Latier, President Paylor, Johanna Mason, Annie Cresta, Annie Cresta and Finnick Odair's Son, Finnick Odair (mentioned), Enobaria (Hunger Games), Caesar Flickerman, Coriolanus Snow, Coriolanus Snow's Granddaughter, Fulvia Cardew, Gale Hawthorne, Original Characters
Relationships: Alma Coin/Plutarch Heavensbee, Haymitch Abernathy/Effie Trinket, Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Annie Cresta/Finnick Odair (mentioned), Katniss Everdeen & Peeta Mellark, Katniss & Primrose Everdeen (mention), Haymitch Abernathy & Plutarch Heavensbee, Caesar Flickerman & Plutarch Heavensbee, Fulvia Cardew & Plutarch Heavensbee, Alma Coin & Plutarch Heavensbee
Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Thriller, Mystery, Kidnapping, Romance, Drama & Romance, Quarter Quell (Hunger Games), Fourth Quarter Quell, Inspired by Black Mirror (TV), Hunger Games-Typical Death/Violence, 76th Hunger Games, Alternate Universe, Child Death, The Capitol (Hunger Games), Capitol Hunger Games, Suffering!Heavenscoin, Funny!Hayffie, Veteran!Everlark, Canon-Typical Violence, Hunger Games Victors, Victors as a Family (Hunger Games), Plutarch and Haymitch bromatism, Plutarch "I'm so stressed out" Heavensbee, Alma "This is what I fucking deserve" Coin, Caesar "That's how you put on a show" Flickerman
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